"You are finally here, you Sioux cowards."
The green on the grassland gradually formed a parallel low-lying area at the edge of the river. The seemingly flat river bank also expanded the area that was obviously less affected by the strong wind, but it was different from the river in Duan Qing's impression.
It looks different from what it should be, but the depth of the river in front of you is far less profound than it seems - between the extremely clear water, there are soil and smooth stones that are only half a meter below the water surface.
Shi Ye also appeared very clearly in front of several players. The calmness that was completely different from the strong wind above their heads was also carried by these clear waters flowing in the direction of the endless sea. At the same time, they were also stuck in the water.
Ripples appeared around the figures in the river: "We thought this ceremony was just a tactic by you to delay our attack, but we didn't expect that you actually dared to send people here."
"This is exactly what I want to say." Slowly walking to the front of the rows of people standing side by side on the river, Surtu, with sharp eyes, also crossed his arms: "I thought you
These guys who only attack us don't dare to agree to the sacred challenge. I didn't expect that you actually agreed. It's really surprising."
"Why don't we agree to being able to rule this huge tribe of yours once and for all?" The leader of the Nashi tribe lowered his head slowly and squinted at Surtu as if he were looking down on all living beings. There was a hint of emotion in the voice of the leader of the Nashi tribe.
A somewhat sarcastic smile: "Of course, considering the extent of the old, weak, sick and disabled in your tribe, we first need to clean it up after accepting it, and drive out all the people who are of no use to us - ha, it's really annoying
It’s easy to worry about.”
"..."
"Why, you don't agree with what I said?"
Surrounded by the sight of countless strong men from tribes standing on the opposite edge of the river bank, the leader of the Nashi tribe looked at the silent Surtu's face with disdain: "Too weak.
The wolves are no longer suitable to survive in the grassland, why do you just refuse to admit this... What about Na Suji of the Sioux tribe? Why didn't he come?"
"The patriarch is too old. He is no longer suitable to participate in such a ceremony." Surtu shook his head and did not deny it, but a serious look appeared on his face again: "This ceremony is by me.
Sitting and presiding over it.”
"Ha, hahahaha! Look, they all know that Suji's life is not long." He laughed and pointed at Surtu's face in front of him and said loudly to the back. The leader of the Nashi tribe, Bisuer, was a strong man.
Tu's taller body swayed violently on the edge of the river like a swaying mountain: "The tribe that was once so powerful and prosperous has now fallen into this state - why do you still have the dignity to continue to occupy this land?
Any patch of grassland on the mainland?”
"Even the weak have the right and method to survive." Surtu breathed a sigh of relief and put away his sigh. He raised his head again with a sense of determination in his eyes: "What's more -
—”
"We are not weak enough to be bullied by you!"
The calm river water stirred up a huge wave as Surtu suddenly disappeared, and together with his declaration, it attacked in the direction of the strong man of the Nashi tribe who was so close in front of him. It seemed that he had been there for a long time.
The prepared tribal warrior then sneered, and the same wave of water that was raised in the opposite direction then brought the huge fist he waved and directly collided heavily with Surtu's sudden body in front of him.
The air from the banks of the Barro River then began to stir violently like the strong wind blowing from above, and was occasionally mixed with countless harsh punches from the center of the battle and water droplets splashing into the distance.
Duan Qing, who was whizzing past his ears with these arrow-like water droplets, then let out two involuntary wry smiles. His worried eyes also passed over the countless Nashi tribe members on the other side of the battlefield one by one: "They don't look like they have anything."
Action, hasn’t the battle already begun?”
"The beginning of the battle does not mean the beginning of the duel." He was answered by Libar, who was also standing with his arms folded and looking ahead in the distance: "The start of the 'Barish' ceremony needs to be confirmed by both parties at the same time to take effect.
What you see now is just them fighting on their own."
"It's the so-called 'warm-up before the war,' right?" Then Asahi Dongsheng's eyes showed an eager expression: "The style is really in line with my taste! I like this place!"
"What's the use? If you only have one hand, just stand here and stay here." He poured cold water on himself in an instant, and Gedman on the side stared straight ahead, but there was no sight.
Moved away half a point: "If each of them can have such a fierce tie with a being like Surtu, then the strength of the opponent we are facing now is simply terrifying."
"That man's name is Shituo, and he is the number one warrior of the Nashi tribe."
In a low voice, he read out the sound of the sturdy tribal man who was having a fierce fight with Surtu in the center of the Barro River. Libal's introduction voice gradually sounded to Duan Qing and others.
In the ear: "In our expectation, this guy will definitely participate in this duel ceremony, so now we see him in such high spirits, we don't feel any surprise."
"In addition, there are several good warriors among the Nashi tribe, and some of us have suffered losses at their hands." He said this without stopping looking forward:
"But so far, I haven't seen them appear in this ceremony. It's really strange."
"Could they have secretly gone somewhere else to ambush us?" Looking around at the scene near the river, Duan Qing couldn't help but guess in a low voice: "On the surface, he wants to duel with us, but in fact, he is secretly waiting for the general.
We serve it in one pot or something like that..."
"Don't underestimate the sacredness of the 'Barish' duel, adventurer!" As expected, the gray-robed magician's words aroused a strong backlash from Libal: "Even the most despicable tribe will not be able to resist the duel ceremony when faced with it.
You are not allowed to abandon your heart of glory! Otherwise, you will definitely be spurned by God and cursed by God!"
"Well, it's just a nip in the bud." Looking at the opponent pointing to the sky to warn him, Duan Qing curled his lips and turned his head: "And it's not us who may have violated the rules of the duel ceremony, but the Nashi tribe opposite.
, shouldn’t we take more precautions?”
"We only have so many people here, and the rest of the warriors are left behind within the tribe." Pointing to the standing bodies of the Sioux warriors wearing tribal armors and cloaks around them, Libar, who was still shirtless, replied in a low voice.
Said: "Only a part of it is enough to witness this glorious duel, and we don't have any extra troops to spread out."
"In the final analysis, it's still because of the lack of manpower." Duan Qing sighed softly, and turned to look quietly in the direction of other depressions around the river bank: "Then do you want us to do it?"
"You? Humph." Looking sideways at Duan Qing's right arm, which was still hanging with plaster and bandage, Libal snorted disdainfully: "Don't think that you can do whatever you want after being recognized by the tribe. Your injuries are even
It’s not over yet! Really, I don’t know why the patriarch wants all of you guys of small stature to follow you, they are simply a burden to us now——”
boom!
The ear-piercing sound and large splashes of water interrupted the shirtless man's words as if he were talking to himself. Along with the splashes, countless pieces of soil and gravel mixed with blood flew up into the sky.
The back of Surtu, whose opponents were separated to both sides, then appeared in front of the river bank where countless eyes were gathered, and a wound on his forehead oozed out between his slightly uneven breathing.
Traces of blood: "...short thorn?"
"It's a fist blade."
The sharp blade stretched forward between his fists reflected an icy brilliance in the crystal clear river water. Shituo, who also moved to the other side, smiled and replied: "It's a weapon that suits my fighting style very well, isn't it? Although
I didn’t take it out when you noticed it, but I didn’t slit your throat, so I was merciful... Where are your weapons?”
"I have no weapons." Ignoring the traces of blood dripping down to his chin, Surtu stood on the edge of the river and shook his head seriously: "Since the migration, I no longer use weapons to fight against people.
.”
"Oh?" An inexplicable light flashed in his eyes, and Shituo's tall body took two steps forward involuntarily: "That's really regrettable. I thought there would be a more enjoyable battle between us.
Woolen cloth."
"Don't waste time." No longer paying attention to the other party's provocative words, Surtu clenched his fists and turned around and walked towards his own camp: "It's already late, let's get started."
"Okay, I can't wait to see you kneeling in front of us." After licking his fist blade, Shituo's fierce smile disappeared in his retreating movements:
"Then let's begin! Barish's Holy Duel!"
"What about the duel method? One on one?"
"How about five games? Whoever wins three of them first will win."
The simple dialogue echoed in the ears of every tribe member with the high-pitched voice, announcing the beginning of this long-famous sacred duel in the most concise way. Countless tribal warriors stood silently and motionless around them.
The expressions that were originally noisy and commotion quickly fell silent with the announcement, and their serious looks seemed to send a silent warning to the adventurers who were still a little confused: "Come on, let's start? That's it!"
Is this how it started?”
"I thought it would be the simplest duel, but I didn't expect it to be a best-of-five-game series."
"The previous selection trials within the clan should be regarded as a preview of the ceremony in front of them. They may have already made corresponding preparations."
"This sentence can also be applied to our opponents. If you don't believe it, look at it - they seem to have already made their decision."
With countless eyes staring at the scene across the river, a Nashi tribe warrior with a tall stature and heavy armor slowly walked into the range of the river: "Okay! Who is my opponent?"
"They are not the Nashi people we have seen." Then Libal's voice rang out from among the Nashi warriors who were busy treating Surtu's wounds: "They look like heavy armored warriors - how, let's let him
Shall I deal with him?"
"No, it's too early."
Pressing his forehead with a wet towel, Surtu, who was still radiating heat, stared straight ahead and his eyes flickered in mid-air for a long time: "Let Na Mo go, our quota is limited."
"yes."
In the scene of stagnant breathing all around, a tribal warrior standing behind Surtu then stepped forward with a calm voice. The body also covered in heavy armor did not appear to have any difficulty in moving, and was about to step into the river.
But his footsteps were stopped for a moment by Surtu's next voice: "That's Mo."
"be careful."
The unusual three words lowered the atmosphere around him a bit again. The figure of the Sioux soldier who continued to move forward seemed to have a bit more determination in his back, as if Duan Qing was infected.
The others then focused their attention on the Sioux soldier who was fighting on behalf of their own side, accompanied by low-pitched discussions in their ears: "What do you mean? I feel that the situation is a bit subtle.
.”
"It's like sending him off... Does the winning rate seem so low?"
"We are neither natives who grew up on the continent of wind, nor do we have the strength and vision of Surtu. If this guy thinks he can't be beaten, then maybe he really can't be beaten."
"Then he still insists on making such an arrangement? What's the point of deliberately sending someone up to transport the enemy?"
Boom!
Without any warning, the two tribal warriors who were gradually confronting each other in the middle of the river suddenly collided with each other. The hardness represented by the heavy armor also played its due role in this collision, and it seemed that there was no danger at all.
One of the parties represented by the damaged armor surface blurted out a large amount of blood - it seemed that it was far inferior to the opponent in terms of strength. The body of the warrior named Namo then flew far away after this head-to-head contest.
Towards the far side of the river, the scimitar that had not yet been taken and the shout that had not been spoken then flew away in a distant parabola, and finally fell into a deep hole with the lifted up soil and gravel.
In the deep pit: "No!"
"That's it! Are you okay?"
"Damn it! You—"
"Get back, everyone!"
The angry roars that rang out all around were suppressed by a loud shout. The increasingly livid face of Surtu, who was standing on the spot, also appeared in the center of the Sioux camp. He looked towards the still standing motionless in the river.
The warrior of the Minashi tribe glanced in the direction, and his heavy eyes finally met the smiling face of Shituo on the other side of the river: "This scene——"
"we lose."
This chapter has been completed!